Chinedu stared at an incapacitated Jarrett lying flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. He smiled as the coach gave the count…he laughed to himself. He could feel from the weight of the punch that he had hit him hard, every ounce of momentum transferred from his fist into Jarrett’s head, violently shaking his brain.

He casually leaned his back against the neutral corner and rested his arms against the top ropes. Smugly, he looked around the gym, expecting to see fear and awe in everyone else’s eyes. A small crowd had gathered around the ring, but their eyes were fixed on Jarrett. Chinedu looked back to see Jarrett rolling on his side.

Chinedu looked into Jarrett’s brown eyes and saw a rage that he had not come across before.

⇦ Back

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